LES ETOILES [HARRY POTTER- DRACO/HARRY]

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

There's a certain decadence with pulling a stranger into bed and forgetting it the next morning. Words rendered unnecessary, breaths were taken away and the acquisition becomes more thrilling than the chase. They were both after one thing and they were set on indulging themselves. Except what happens when it's not a stranger?

It's someone you hate. Or someone you've trained yourself to hate because he is the embodiment of everything you hate. But you can't hate him anymore because there is something that has changed- and it's funny how a kiss, one touch, one stroke, one fuck can change everything. It has changed everything inside of you and every moral, every ethic you've to stand for but on the surface, you're fighting for the illusion to appear the same.

They'll have to be discreet. As far as most people know, they still hate each other's guts. And that's fine, of course. Wanting things to look the same on the surface will suit their needs just fine because lust is what it is and keeping this strange friends-with-benefit situation is doable as long as there are no feelings involved. So nobody gets hurt and everybody receives their fix and their needs met. Except when the fix is no longer part of the game, things can become complicated.

And complicated did everything become. 

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